Sweet dreams are made of this...

When I was a child I used to have incredibly vivid dreams, so vivid I can remember them now. Maybe one day I'll write them down. They were surreal, fantastical and so much like real life I used to wake up thinking it was all still happening. I haven't had a dream I remember for years and I miss them. I miss the colours and feel of them. The way they wrapped me in another world, a world I had created, not one in a book. Now I wake up unable to recall anything, if we all dream, then where have mine gone?